Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you are well, and that your spirits are bright. I witnessed two spectacles in the past two days: one was beautiful, and the other completely bizarre, and hopefully will never happen in my lifetime again.
Sit back and enjoy another post by The Eason Clan.
Watching my children give
As I was finishing some last minute wrapping yesterday, I recalled a conversation with my mom from the other day. She told me that she spoke to a young mother who had just arrived to Canada, and was living in a run-down apartment with her little two year old boy. She told my mom that she had nothing for her son for Christmas.
So my mother told me this, and then I told my children. I informed them that Nanny had to go to work, and that there was a little boy who might not get anything for Christmas this year under the tree (if they even have one).
That was all I needed to say. All four of my children ran up the stairs to their bedrooms, searching for toys still in good condition. Within five minutes, one after the other, they appeared with squish mellows (stuffies), action figures, and toy cars.
I went through a bag of clothes and found multiple pairs of Christmas PJ’s for the little boy, and some pants and shirts to go with it. We placed all the items in a bag, called my mother, and she dropped them off to that woman the same day.
I don’t write this for my own recognition, because I already have what I need – God’s love. I write this because I’ve heard many people, so-called “thinkers” and “commentators” on our society, who say the next generation coming will be the most selfish and self-serving, due to societal standards and the absorption of technology.
Instead I will say what Joshua, the leader of the Hebrews, said in Joshua 24:15, “As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.” And God is into the business of giving, and so we give.
An exploding Thermos
Before I begin, I want to say that this story is 100% true. I say this because I probably wouldn’t believe it myself, if it didn’t happened to me. But it did happen to me, so I write it now as a story but also as a warning regarding the dangers of a Thermos under pressure.
The story begins with a Thermos full of Mr. Noodles. My daughter decided not to eat the noodles for her lunch last Thursday. So she brought them home, and instead of dumping them in the garbage, she left them on the counter (which for some reason, for the next three days I never noticed they were there).
On Sunday evening, I saw the container and tried to open it – but no way was it coming off, it was sealed tight. I asked my wife to try it, as I had to go burn some cardboard in the fire barrel.
Sure, sure – you just to weak man.
I took the paper and cardboard outside, and after I had finished burning it, I started walking back down to the house (about 150 feet away).
I then heard a loud bang. It was just like a shotgun blast, that came from my house. I could see in through my kitchen window, and there was my wife staring at the ceiling. As soon as I walked into the house, I asked my wife what happened.
“The thermos exploded,” she replied quickly.
“What?” I asked.
She pointed at the ceiling.
There was a small hole in the ceiling, where the broken cover of the Thermos had shot into the air and hit it.
Melissa then showed me the cover that had actually broken into two separate pieces – I was shocked. The Thermos had that much pressure inside it, that after Melissa tried to open it and laid it back down in the counter, it exploded sending two pieces into the ceiling.
A reminder: I was outside, about 150 feet from the house, when this happened. For me to hear a shotgun-like blast sound from inside my house, will give you an idea of the power of the explosion.
I am thankful that Melissa wasn’t standing over it, as it could have seriously hurt her. So with that said, if you can’t get your Thermos cover undone, make sure it’s pointed away from your body!
On a side note, thankfully the noodles didn’t shoot out everywhere, because Mr. Noodles three days old is just plain nasty.
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